Supernatural100 entry on IJ
Title: Sam’s gun
Challenge: Gun
Spoilers: Nope
Wordcount: 200
Sam threw his duffle, and then himself onto the single bed, luxuriating in the feeling of complete freedom for the first time in... how long? Well, forever. No drill-sergeant Dad, no annoying brother. He sighed happily.
From where he lay he could see across the courtyard of the dorms, students arriving, greeting each other loudly, or just sitting reading, and it brought a huge happy smile to his face.
He couldn’t wait for classes tomorrow, but for now, he’d unpack and then learn his way around the campus. He dragged his bag closer, and tipped it upside-down.
Several changes of clothes fell out first, then a few heavy books, then... what the hell? He picked up the gun barrel-first, then grabbed the bag again, to discover a crumpled piece of paper stuck inside.
It was Dean’s typically scrawled writing....
“Hey Sammy, hope this reminds you to watch your ass, baby brother - seeing I won’t be there to do it for you.
I won’t call, like you asked, but please can you call Dad... he’s not taking this so well.
D”
Sam stuffed the gun and the note at the back of a drawer, placing his clothes carefully over them.
Challenge: Gun
Spoilers: Nope
Wordcount: 200
Sam threw his duffle, and then himself onto the single bed, luxuriating in the feeling of complete freedom for the first time in... how long? Well, forever. No drill-sergeant Dad, no annoying brother. He sighed happily.
From where he lay he could see across the courtyard of the dorms, students arriving, greeting each other loudly, or just sitting reading, and it brought a huge happy smile to his face.
He couldn’t wait for classes tomorrow, but for now, he’d unpack and then learn his way around the campus. He dragged his bag closer, and tipped it upside-down.
Several changes of clothes fell out first, then a few heavy books, then... what the hell? He picked up the gun barrel-first, then grabbed the bag again, to discover a crumpled piece of paper stuck inside.
It was Dean’s typically scrawled writing....
“Hey Sammy, hope this reminds you to watch your ass, baby brother - seeing I won’t be there to do it for you.
I won’t call, like you asked, but please can you call Dad... he’s not taking this so well.
D”
Sam stuffed the gun and the note at the back of a drawer, placing his clothes carefully over them.